Sorry for the extra delay on this one! Somehow the chapters keep growing longer than I anticipate, but I never want to cut them off too early.
Enjoy!
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You continue running as Jodi calls after you, only stopping once you reach the kitchen.
She's so gonna kill me for this.
"What the fuck?!?" A disgusted voice calls out.
"Ah!" You turn to Janet, standing by the door with a purse slung over one shoulder and a key ring dangling from the other hand.
"Can you put some clothes on?" She puts her hand out in front of her, blocking you out as she heads to the stairs.
"Uh... sorry..." You instinctively put your hand over your crotch, grateful that you at least had some underwear on. "Wait, where were you?" You ask. "It's really early..."
"None of your business," she responds, her flat voice betraying no emotion whatsoever.
What's up with her?
She keeps her head turned away from you as she climbs the stairs.
"Janet? Is everything okay?"
Her eyes flicker to you for a moment. The corners of her eyebrows flare upward as she pauses and turns to face you.
"Yes, I'm ok. Are you?" She forces out.
You stay silent. She stares back at you, no longer bothering to cover your sight from her eyes.
"Alright!" She crosses her arms, adopting a defensive stance. "You wanna know so badly?"
"I didn't say anything..."
"Fine, then!" She continues without hesitation. "I'll tell you! I was with my boyfriend!"
"..."
Your heart drops in your chest. It feels like the ground is swallowing you whole, and you quickly grab onto the kitchen table to keep yourself upright.
You close your eyes for a moment as an unsettling darkness reaches out from within you. An uncomfortable tingle on the back of your neck makes you shudder, but it all disappears in an instant.
"Your... what?" You mutter, trying to piece together why your body is reacting so strangely.
"My boyfriend," she remarks, a hardened, piercing look on her face.
"You... but..."
"Oh? But what?" She leans forward. "Do you have something to say to that?"
"..."
"..."
Leslie told me that we didn't know each other well... but she must've been mistaken.
We have a history.
The conclusion starts to make sense as you read beneath her expression. It's obvious that her irascible attitude isn't usual for her, and the anger bubbling under the surface is the result of an old grudge.
"I'm sorry, Janet, I don't remember."
"I know you don't. You don't remember a thing," she bitterly replies.
She scampers up the stairs.
I'll have to find out what happened between us. But I doubt she wants to see me now.
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The Amnesiac
Fanfic(Smut + Romance) A mind wiped blank. An unknown world returned to. It all fell apart, and you don't remember a thing. But the women in your life will do anything to help you remember again, no matter what it takes...
